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Monthly Archives: October 2014
I think Saturday night is when I do the most writing. Crazy-sorry for all of the reply spam. *weeps*
Two is Too Much
“Then how about a red or white tie? It got pretty rare to see people walk around with ties in these colors.”, she suggested to the detective, while she searched through all the different ties taking a red and a white one, showing them to him. “What do you say?”
“Red and white?” Hakuba repeated, looking down at the offered tie with a bit of a helpless expression. It weren’t exactly what he would have picked, but he supposed it were functional enough. He reached to take the slip of fabric from her, fingers running over the surface for a critical analysis. “I’ll… think about it. Which are you thinking for your father, again?”
As he asked, he thought about what he’d seen the inspector wearing before and wondered if, perhaps, his lack of fashion had been his own fault or that of Aoko. Was she to be Nakamori-keibu’s savoir, or was an intervention necessary? Was it even his place to worry about his superior’s attire?
Perhaps Nakamori would have better luck if he dressed a little more professionally. But then, did he want him to have better luck? Would a change in dress actually even help anything? Perhaps it might improve his own opinion of the man, at least… … … not that he deserved it, but it was something to think about.
Terminal Affirmation
He knew Hakuba was trying to help but all it did was sort drive and twist a knife that was already there. He bowed his head causing his bangs to hide his eyes, more over the ….. fear? Disappointment? But in whom? Himself, Hakuba? The entire situation? He wasn’t quiet sure.
Come on Kaito, you have to smile. You have to send him off knowing that this was the right choice.
Kaito smiled and raised his head finally to look at him. He hoped he had hidden enough of the pain as to not scare the other. “You’re going to do great, Hakuba. Like you always have. I’ll be praying for your safe return and fortune over their.”
He straightened and turned towrads him. Reaching under his shirt he lifted a quicksilver chain and a simple disk of aquamarine with a rimmed in topaz over his head and held it out to the other. “Not sure how you feel about jewelry a polytheistic belief system but I wanted to give you this. The metal is quicksilver and the gems are aquamarine and topaz, all are good luck symbols for Virgos.”
He swallowed and struggled to settle down just a bit. He knew his face was starting to flush, he could feel that much when he ears started to burn. “Sorry I tend to get a bit excited about things that are well …. to put it simply, my life.
Hakuba looked from the necklace to Kaito, then back again, hesitating as he reached his hand out to take it. “It’s… beautiful,” he remarked under his breath, wishing for all the world that they weren’t being forced to share this moment in such a crowded place. He turned the disc over in his hands, fingerpads brushing over the surface, pressing it into his palm. “Thank you."
He hadn’t expected a gift, and certainly not one like this, and to say that he was touched was an understatement. Was there anything that he could give Kaito in return? His mind went over his personal inventory as he memorized the pendant; its weight, texture, construct. There was no way that he could part with the pocketwatch, but perhaps the lighter? No– he wasn’t ready to give up that secret yet. The cross…?
God, no. That was a burden, not a gift at all. In the end, he had nothing, but he could remedy that once he got to London. That would be simple enough, even though it would leave him stewing in guilt for the time being.
Without letting the time drag on any further, he slipped good luck charm over his head and tucked it underneath his collar with just a bit of effort, loosening his tie in the process, ears once again pink.
A History of Perfect Mistakes
It didn’t help when he cocked his head and it was so much like a nervous puppy. And oh god she wasn’t going to be able to stop equating him to a golden retriever. Her adorable, precious little golden retriever.
God help her, she was too far down the rabbit hole now.
His laughter was surprising, but welcome and it helped to soothe her laughter down to giggles. Then to a content sigh. Thankfully because she hadn’t been sure how much longer her sides could have handled all the laughter. Maybe she needed to laugh more.
“If I were to use any of those, Hakuba, I’d probably use ‘hopeless’.” A small twitch of a smirk as she smoothed down the rumpled robe. “For ‘hopelessly adorable’."
She loved him so much, all facets of him, and she hoped to maybe one day be able to express that to him. Today, or at least not that moment, wasn’t the day. Her mind seemed to kind of die at his compliments and she opened her mouth to argue against them.
Except that she found, for once, she didn’t want to. There was a swell in her heart and it was a feeling that she didn’t want to be rid of. Was that… what it was like to be loved?
"I… am up for whatever you wish to do, Hakuba.” Because she really didn’t care as long as it was with him.
Although he was used to picking up the slack where decisions were concerned in that sort of situation, it was unusual for the headstrong Shinori to be so accommodating. Or, perhaps it wasn’t; he had an impression of her in his head but, really, when not in dire straights, she was usually agreeable, wasn’t she?
Oh, he was so fond of her.
Finally, he reached for her, hands gentle as they came to caress the bathrobe over her back, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. His arms circled her, anxiety melting away with the warmth of her presence, and Hakuba smiled in a way that was nothing if not serene.
“I’ll ask Baaya to bring something by… we can eat in bed, if you’re feeling up to it. We’ll have to get some more studying in eventually, but…"
The Neighborhood Watch || miyanohaibara
“Ah, yes I am." Of course, no matter how much she hid her face from the media they just had to know her name.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you meet you Hakuba-san though, what brings you here?” she inquired.
Hakuba glanced back to the silent door, lips pursing in a bit of exaggerated despair. He liked children, and while Haibara had always seemed quite mature for her age, he couldn’t resist being just a little more vulnerable around her. “I was hoping to catch Kudou-kun for once… but it appears, as you said, that he’s out. It seems that he always is."
He sighed with a shrug of his shoulders and slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket, pleasantly helpless. "Tell me, does he ever come home, or do I really just have the worst luck in the country?”
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Let’s do a weird headcanon thing
1. What they smell like: Anise, wool, old spice, and paper, mostly.
2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): He likes to sleep on his side most often, slightly curled and on one side of his large bed. Tends to stay up until 1 or 2am, then gets up around 6am, give or take depending on his schedule.
3. What music they enjoy: Classical and Europop, mostly. He’s a sucker for Beatles, Muse, and Gaga…
4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: 30-60 minutes, though he tends to prepare the night before, too.
5. Their favourite thing to collect: Books and odd liquors.
6. Left or right-handed: Right handed.
7. Religion (if any): Christian (baptized Catholic)
9. Favourite touristy thing to do when travelling: Photography and sampling all of the different kinds of food. …okay, really, it’s the food he loves.
10. Favorite kind of weather: Partially cloudy, cool enough to make wearing a jacket distinctly pleasant.
11. A weird/obscure fear they have: GHOSTS.
12. The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Target shooting… and he’s pretty good at air hockey, too.
Bloody Moriarty
“Let me call the cab.” He said and slipped his phone out of his beast pocket.
He walked towards the exit, paused briefly to talk to Azuza about the check, handed her a card, then walked out.
Hakuba and Twig both watched Shinichi go, the former draining the teacup while the latter angled her large ears forward, sniffing after him. From successful communication to a meeting – in person! – at a cafe, and then to the inside of Kudou’s home? He could hardly believe it. Perhaps it was karma… which he knew often worked in very strange and mysterious ways.
Did he deserve the show of tender mercy? He doubted it, but wasn’t about to turn it away. He’d have been a fool to. And, really, if there were ever a time for fate to spare Hakuba Saguru a break in the storm, now was the time.
…if nothing else, it might be the last opportunity for it.
“Don’ let me stop ya now.”
Was there even a hiatus to begin with? Perhaps he did care, should those words be some matter of tough love, but a husked voice and a stolid expression would mettle itself even against another sip of poisoned flame from a glass, and then… silence. There were reasons other than health that he’d disliked such things, really. Memories inhaled by the scent of such smoke, numbing the senses but never the reminder of his own namesake, dark and bitter.
Still, the bronzened man didn’t turn away, didn’t avert his gaze of knives and hoarfrost from the conversation in question.
There had been, but it had been brief and, as with most things with the detective, had only lasted long enough to secure additional walls and nettles that urged the craving of terrible habits. Hakuba placed the cigarette between his lips but didn’t light up, not yet, instead resting his gaze on the other man with a contemplative stare. Evaluating.
“Tell me… am I due for an evaluation any time soon? In my absence, I’ve completely forgotten where we stand.”